After work I made a quick stop at a sex store to surprise my wife. We hadn't been on a dry spell or anything. I was just hoping to up the kink factor by a few notches. It was midday which meant my lovely curvy wife would be having her afternoon lie down. When I walked in the apartment. There she was.
"Honey" I said to my wife as she lay on the bed in her short sweat shorts that rode up ample posterior and went up to her protruding belly right under the navel. She rolled her head a bit to face me and shifted her arm to support herself. The all black worn T-shirt that covered most of her torso hung baggy but did nothing to hide her massive DD's. After her roll they jiggled for a moment and my dick began to rise.
"Look what I got us today with some extra cash I found." I said as I revealed my new purchase. A latex replica of Adult film star Jax Slayher. It was about 9 inches of insertable length with an even 6 inches of girth through the base and a fat head of 3 inches on width.
She rolled her eyes "another one?" She asked. "That's like 4 you've gotten in the last year". She was right of course. We had purchased our first together off of Adam and Eve. It was a 7 inch 5.5 girth pvc dildo that we both loved at first. Over time though I wanted to add some variety. And I bought more or less the same one. But black, then about 5 months later I upped the size. (The idea of her taking a massive cock was something that made my 3.75 inches stir and twitch).
The big one was named the bad boy next door and it was 14 inches total, only 10 insertable but nearly 7 inches in girth with a 4 inch head. It also vibrated, which was nice. She never took more than 2/3ds of it but when she was feeling kinky she would request it and those days were always my favorite for love making. Then we have our newest addition. I could tell she was not into it. At least not in principle but all my research said that the silicone would feel better than the pvc and that this specific model was a dream for all size obsessed couples on their journey.
"Why do you buy so many dildos? And why is this one black? Is that what you want to see? Me getting fucked by like 3 black guys?" She asked with something in-between frustration and curiosity.
"Ummm well I mean not necessarily 3 guys and they don't have to be black... but yeah I love watching you take these big dildos. It's so hot. And since I'm smaller and only last a few pumps normally it's nice to know you're satisfied sexually." I said trying to put it plainly but also hoping that my phrasing was gentle enough to rule it out.
"Well... I'm not interested in cheating on you." She said, I tried to explain that cucking with my consent wasn't cheating but it was obvious that this conversation went as far as it was going to for today. So I asked if she was interested in breaking in my new Oliver (our code word for dildo as kind of like a generic bull). She cocked an eyebrow in a way that made me decide leaving the room and starting on dinner was my wisest course of action.
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My husband left the room to start dinner while I decided to jump in the shower. I absolutely wanted to try the new dildo. I just wanted him to know that sex was on my terms and not his. Truth be told he brought out a side of me I didn't know existed.
All of my exes had been big dicked doms that didn't care if they made me cum, they wanted to ensure that they did. I usually did too of course because when you have an 8 inch fat cock pounding your pussy for 30 minutes with rhythm you're eventually going to cum. At least I am. But I loved my husband because of how attentive he was when we made love. But he needed to be dominated, and since I loved him I learned how to be that.
It was true. He had a tiny, more or less useless dick. We tried to have sex without Oliver at the beginning of our courtship. He would go down on me, make me cum (which was great) and then give me 4 or 5 useless pumps from his mini member, spill his load on my booty (which he loved more than anything) and that was it. Perfectly fine vanilla sex. I was satisfied... but also kind of bored.
Truth be told after a month or 2 of that I had already backslid with my 2 most recent ex's Nick and Antonio. Nick was a beautiful black man with clean kept hair, a smooth face, square jaw and a very cut long a lithe body on a 6 foot frame. Antonio was a very skinny Latinx (like me) man that I dated for about 6 weeks before he broke up with me for getting a big promotion at work while he was still selling lawn mowers at one of the few SEARS still in existence.
He had dark skin, dark eyes, long curly hair and most importantly a huge and I mean huge (like 11 inches) cock. Nick was big but he looked more like this new dildo. Antonio was closer to our big vibrating one that makes my hubby cum in his hand when we use it. Now that I know he'd be into watching me maybe I should tell him these things?
Those were my thoughts anyway as I jumped in the shower. Did some quick razor maintenance and soaped up. I drifted off wondering why he thought I needed another man to fuck me? I mean sometimes it would be nice to have him just use his tongue and then call over someone who knows what they're doing to finish the job, sure. But I was happy enough. And I love him
But then I remembered how my BFF Megan and I used to compare our male conquests dick pics to each other and would compete from time to time on who would land the biggest one. She married a man named John who was massive. She showed me pics still. While my husband was far and away the smallest I'd ever had, seen, fucked.. anything. It was just tiny.
After the shower I texted Megan and shared the new dildo story with her. Then my husband called out that dinner was ready and I waited for her advice. I had an idea of what to do tonight, but not sure if I should feed into his weird fantasy or kill it now.
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I whipped up a quick dinner but one I knew would make my wife happy. Chicken curry with jasmine rice and broccoli. It's one of her favorite meals that I make. I was hoping she'd be more receptive to everything we discussed (mostly just letting me use the dildo on her tonight, the cuckolding could wait).
I didn't know how to broach the subject or if I should wait. I didn't want to be desperate and ruin the whole thing. So I didn't speak. I ate bite after bite while she did the same with a few texts coming in and out every other bite or so. Finally after about the 10th one I broke the silence.
"Who ya texting?"
"Hmm? Oh Megan is telling me a story about something she and John did together that's all. Sorry... dinner is delicious though thank you baby."
Okay, good. Everything seemed fine. She had clearly decided to look past any frustration from earlier. Forgiveness was seemingly granted. Sex might still be on the table.
"It's fine, I was just curious. People text me funny things too." I said making a joke. We often joked that people liked her more than me, or that I didn't have friends. Mostly those statements were true but I was happy with my group of friends and I never intentionally shunned anyone. I just didn't waste time speaking about things that neither party cared about.